Almara’s Pov
Roman and I are escorted into the visitors center. Unfortunately, there’s no VIP section that accommodates billionaires, Roman asked. So, instead we wait among the commoners who are paying us no attention as they’re too absorbed in conversation with their locked-up loved ones.
Eventually, Robert is brought to Roman and me the visitor’s room. I’m not sure why but I feel the need to stand up to greet him, though I remain seated where I’m at. No need to draw any unnecessary attention.
“Father.” Robert smiles slyly at Roman, knowing just that single word must cause his blook to boil. Roman responds back with a low growl.
“You have five minutes.” The guard who brought him over tells us.
“We’ll need less than that.” Roman says. I fold my hands in my lap, worried I’d be fidgetin
